Translucent colours whirl around my mind <br />forming small pictures that I turn into rhyme. <br />Some can be funny and others sad, <br />some speak of growing love <br />and other of love gone bad. <br />The colours that inhabit me <br />are the various shades of life <br />and our future to partake. <br />Each day new visions visit <br />to be scribbled down <br />some raise a smile <br />and others raise a frown. <br />I never know what <br />each new day will bring <br />only when it happens <br />does my mind sing. <br />Some days I’ll act quite crazy <br />other days quite sane. <br />Each day I change personalities <br />just to suit my mood, <br />so when you meet me <br />you’ll never know what to expect <br />because one day I maybe a baby <br />just pushing the age of three <br />or I could be an old man <br />just turned a hundred and three <br />and then again if you are lucky <br />I’ll just be me. <br /> <br /> <br />4 November 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-just-be-me/
